I got home five days ago from the longest trip I have ever taken in my life, not to mention the longest away from my three precious angels. (Yep, that was intentional.). I've been home FIVE days and it now feels like I never left.  

Our entire trip to Europe feels like a dream at this particular moment.  I mean, I know it happened.  I have a partially unpacked suitcase in my closet and a long list of credit card purchases, {mainly for delicious food and wine to prove it}.

I came home to my little Cowboy running a fever and coughing through bronchitis. Two days later the Gamechanger had textbook Croup and I was spending my Saturday morning in the pediatrician's waiting room along with fifteen other moms and kids. Yesterday I had to miss church because the baby obviously should not go to the nursery with croup and a fever the day prior.  I knew I needed to hear the sermon and so I tried to live stream, but the first service got stuck about five minutes in and the second service worked perfectly.  However, it's tough to hear the preacher when the baby is crying because everything makes him angry.   I may have seen my husband for a solid two hours total since we got home last week. All quality time has been eaten alive by schedules and a cranky baby. 

This morning I awakened to a new day because I know and believe HIS mercies are new every morning and I sure wish mine were, but sadly today they were not.  The biggins just could not get along, bickering and crying as soon as they saw each other, the baby was once again ticked off anytime be heard the word "no" and I was tapping out before 8 a.m.  I mean a mom can't even take a poop without feeling like she is committing a crime against her children!   My sweet husband called in the middle of me trying to be extra productive and scrub the cushions on the outdoor sofa. Being outside makes the Gamechanger happy and I was trying to knock something off my to-do list.  Mr. GQ's timing was impeccable-just as the baby dumped my big bucket full of Oxyclean and dishsoap all over the patio and into the grass. Awesome.  Hope it's not toxic.   I cried.  He called to check on me because he knows I love the attention and thoughtfulness and I freaked out and cried over spilled Oxyclean and dishsoap. 

It is now time for my mid-morning snack/meal and this baby is going to take an early nap. I think I will go stare at my partially unpacked suitcase and reminisce of the secret moments on our trip that only myself and Mr. GQ know happened.  I like that.  I like our secrets.  When Gamechanger wakes up I am going to press ReStart on this day but I'll make sure I go to the bathroom first.